There is something about an hourglass; something about the passage of time and sand. Ashes to ashes – dust particles falling through cracks, seeing time as a tangible thing that we lose. Watching it fall away. It feels like real loss. And flipping an hourglass over. I don’t think of it like a refresh. I just see us losing the same things over and over again.
This is me. Christine Jean.
Photographer/Writer/ Swiss Army Knife